[Written for the Sentinel]

Faith's Blessing

A hopeless heart, despairing,Sends out a cry for help;The answer comes in Love's own way,—The Love that never fails.

A clear call breaks the silence;No light is in the east;Again it comes—a robin's note;Is it the bugle call of dawn?Again he calls, and then again,Until the notes are mergedInto one well-strung song.No answering note is heard;The darkness deeper seems;But still the song flows out,Unfalteringly it rings;He knows the light will come.

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